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indent Kill him—that was what instinct said and that was what Gabriel wanted more then anything else. He aimed to rend his opponent as he had the others. The strangers in their packland were taken by surprise, and did not have a chance to react. The men after that had been no different. Gabriel had never been more remarkable then he was during battle, and that was due to his parents and his upbringing. The Lykoi’s were all warriors, and the de le Poer’s were just as apt. What they offered him was strength, and what Kaena’s family offered was viciousness. Both houses, resting on his shoulders, gave him madness. He knew this because he had seen it in his father, and he had known this from his mother.
indent A fist collided with his skull, and a great rush of pain filled his body, but Gabriel did not stop. His snarls had begun to warp, to turn into laughter, and he was loosing himself in the rush. Something broke, then, something taunt and reverberating. It snapped like piano wire and filled his mind with the echoes of a thousand long-dead strangers and he was grinning, laughing, bleeding. He pushed forward, driven by hellfire and God’s wrath, and he continued to push for the throat.
indent Kill him—that was what instinct said and that was what Gabriel wanted more then anything else. He aimed to rend his opponent as he had the others. The strangers in their packland were taken by surprise, and did not have a chance to react. The men after that had been no different. Gabriel had never been more remarkable then he was during battle, and that was due to his parents and his upbringing. The Lykoi’s were all warriors, and the de le Poer’s were just as apt. What they offered him was strength, and what Kaena’s family offered was viciousness. Both houses, resting on his shoulders, gave him madness. He knew this because he had seen it in his father, and he had known this from his mother.
indent A fist collided with his skull, and a great rush of pain filled his body, but Gabriel did not stop. His snarls had begun to warp, to turn into laughter, and he was loosing himself in the rush. Something broke, then, something taunt and reverberating. It snapped like piano wire and filled his mind with the echoes of a thousand long-dead strangers and he was grinning, laughing, bleeding. He pushed forward, driven by hellfire and God’s wrath, and he continued to push for the throat.